Rocket to the Stars(comment driven story)

Rocket to the StarsA Stranger...

     Your name is Dave, Dave Baker. You are an average guy in collage. You work at the same job you have since high school and now go to SLCC(Salt Lake Community College in Utah, United States). You are going there to get your generals out of the way before you tackle the big leagues. You really want to go into a field of rocket science, due to your friends and family referring to you as 'their little astronaut', and, after some extensive research, you found tons of options. There are many fields pertaining to rockets and space, ranging from aerodynamic engineers, propulsion technicians, programmers, and all sorts of careers categorized under the same field.

   But none of them seem to fit what you really want. So you decided to settle with your backup plan of becoming a movie director. Which, by the way, is not as easy as it sounds. You have to check on every member of the cast and make sure they are doing exactly what they are supposed to do, hire the actors that will play one of the fifty parts that need to be filled, schedule everything, and meet the deadlines of your producers. Not to easy, isn't it.

  The reasoning for making such a drastic field change was that both fields fit your true wants. You wanted more then any possession, more then any amount of money, more then any title to see and experience new worlds, and share that knowledge with others. Places that were unfathomable to the human mind and were so out there, that if you wrote a book about what you saw, it would undoubtedly be declared fiction.

      Little did Dave know, his wish, was just a moment behind his closed eyes.

  You(Dave) sat at your computer in your single bedroom apartment. You have been working hard on an exam paper for the last two weeks, dedicating yourself to discovering the many workings of an average cast and set in a film crew. You haven't slept in roughly forty seven hours, pushing yourself to finish this paper while maintaining your work and social life.

  Yes, a dedicated student like yourself has a social life, but that isn't important now.

   The last five hours have been very hard, and twelve cups of coffee latter, you are about to finish what seems is your life's work. It was agonizing, but you are on the home stretch and almost at base. It is probably three am, you don't really know, having not checked in the last few hours. Also, note to self, go to Walmart and get another bag of coffee.

   "And - that - should - Do it!" You state with much enthusiasm, "Finally, finished with that damned exam paper. That was hard. But nothing Rocket Man could handle!"

   Yes, you have a very lame nick-name, but at least it isn't what it was in junior high. You don't even know why they called you dorkzilla. You don't even remotely look like a hundred foot reptilian monster from the Jurassic era.

   Anyways, you check the clock to find the time is 3:28am and decide it is about time to hit the hay.

   But before you node off, you take another moment to revel in the sensation of a accomplished piece of work. So much time and effort you put into this one paper. It is a combination of blood, sweet, and tears, all held by the tight confinements of a metal cage. Weeks you spent working on this paper, all to pass a course in school. A paper that will be regrettably discarded amongest a large pile of papers belonging to the other sixty students in the class.

   It saddens you to know that one of the hardest papers you have ever done, one that you spent a load of your time on and worried endlessly about, will be just as grand in scale as a students who only spent a couple of days on it. The paper now held by your computer is just another thing to forget. A few years, maybe even months, after you turn this in, you will not even remember the Title. It may as well be a figment of your imagination for all its worth. No one will ever truly appreciate the effort you put into this.

    Well, guess that is the life of a student.

   Anyways, finding yourself alone in your room again, exhausted, you decide to stop wasting time and get to bed already.You lay on your messy bed after kicking the dirty cloths off of it. You really did appreciate the decision to buy the mattress with extra softness. It really made you....

  Within moments of laying on your bed, you fall into a deep sleep.

HOURS                                LATER

   A soft breeze tickles you ears as it drifts along the stale morning air. The soothing sensation of the wind brings the sound of distant birds chirping in the sky and animals going about there business. The breeze also brings the soft sent of pine and oak that turns the stagnate air into a fragrant concoction of serenity...

  This is all wrong. Your room doesn't smell like some sort of hippies place. Where was the smell of old pizza, moldy cheese, and unwashed cloths. You don't even own an air freshener, not even something to filter the air in your room. Plus it was one of the best ways for you to wake up in the morning. No, trash wasn't a good thing to smell when you wake up, and the smell of your room, no matter how filthy it was, didn't smell like trash. It smelt of progress. Why and how did your room smell like a fabreeze can?

  Something lands on your nose, making you jump and snap your eyes open. Upon opening your eyes, you see a brown and yellow leaf resting on your nose. Behind it was a hypnotically blue sky, that brings you to the revolution of the only option that made any sense. You have somehow been dragged out of your bed and into the meadow of some field of wheat. The sun hung high above in the sky with only a few clouds drifting on the edges of the horizon.Beneath you was lightly flattened wheat that was soft, but not as soft as your bed.

  "Ok," you speak aloud, "Ha ha, Johnny, great prank, taking me to some field I don't know."

   Johnny was your room mate and oldest friend. He loved to pull pranks on you when you were asleep. He once went as far to pick you up off your bed and put you in an empty tub. He then proceeded to turn on the shower and watch you squirm. But he wasn't all bad. He was always the first one who would loan you money and help you if you lost something. This, however, was something else.

"I really am impressed," You admired aloud, "Not only did you move me in my sleep without disturbing me, you also were able to move me all the way out to the wilderness. commendable effort I admit, but the games are over."

   There was no response from your friendly prankster, Probably cause he was waiting for you to believe something weird had happened. He might also be recording you on his pranksters cam, relishing in your absolute bewilderment. That is, if you weren't annoyed to hell right now. He very well new that the term was coming to an end, and you have been working on your exam paper for over a few weeks now.

"Come on out," You said, slight annoyance registering in your voice, "lets go home, I have an exam paper to turn in."

   minutes passed and nothing came anywhere that suggested he was hiding. No snickering behind bushes, no dodging you when you look; absolutely no movement besides that of nature. In fact, it seemed he wasn't even within hearing distance. Why would he go to such a distance that he wouldn't hear your discomfort in the situation? He would never just leave you, he may be a prankster, but he isn't that kind of guy. He also wouldn't be far enough away that he couldn't hear you freak. Unless... He wasn't responsible for your being here. But that couldn't be true; no one but him would get a kick out of you but him.

"seriously dude, this isn't funny anymore. Lets go home right-"

"HEY!! GET OVER HERE YOU!!" Yelled an annoyed voice that had a hint of poise to it.

  After you jumped by the sudden change from absolute quiet to ear pounding yell, you almost let out a sigh of relief that someone was out here, and you were not alone. But you wouldn't let whoever brought you here, friend or foe, see you be relieved. That would lead to them thinking you had weakness. Which your dad would kill you if you even dared show weakness.

  The Irony is, you ended up gasping even if you tried to hold it in. What you saw would make anyone gasp and probably run for the hills.

  Looking towards the direction of the voice, which was strangely upwards, was a purple Pegasus - no, unicorn - no, both, descending to you in a full nose dive. Her eyes were filled with confusion, sadness, lust, and most importantly, rage. The smile on her face looked like one that a dog would have if he found a new toy to rip into. A thought that made you afraid...

very afraid.

What Do You Do?